He put his wallet back in his pocket. “I know. Merry Christmas.”
She looked at him gratefully. “Thank you.”
“So how’d you get so lucky to work the Christmas Eve shift?”
“Luck had nothing to do with it. I needed the money.”
Kier nodded. “Tough night to work.”
“You do what you’ve got to do.”
“I like that. It’s heroic.”
“Yeah, I look like a hero, don’t I? Superwoman.”
“Not all heroes wear capes. Or silver underwear.”
She smiled.
“So who watches your boy when you work late?”
Her expression changed. “How did you know I have a boy?” she asked warily. Then she turned pale. “Are you with Child Services?”
“His name is Henry, right?”
Her eyes flashed with fear. “Please, I know he’s too young to stay by himself for too long. But he’s very mature for his age. And I couldn’t find anyone to watch him tonight.”
“Relax, Celeste, would someone from Child Services tip you a hundred dollars?”
“How did you know my name?”
“I know quite a bit about you, Celeste. We’ve been looking for you for almost four weeks now.”
She looked positively terrified. “Are you a bill collector?”
“Not tonight.” Kier took a sip of his coffee. “So, tell me, do you still believe in Santa Claus?”
“Please, whatever I’ve done . . .” She started to tear up. “I’m just doing the best I can.”
“Celeste, I’m not a caseworker and I’m not a bill collector. You don’t need to get upset.”
“Then what do you want?”
“That’s the right question. I would like the chance to make things right.”
She looked at him blankly. “Who are you?”
Kier took a last quick sip of his coffee and stood. “I want to show you something. But you’ll need to follow me to the parking lot.” Kier looked past her. “That okay, Charles?”
Celeste turned toward the kitchen. She hadn’t noticed that her boss, Charles, was standing near the counter watching the exchange. He smiled at her. “It’s okay Celeste. I think you should go.”
She looked back and forth between the two men. “What’s going on?”
Kier lightly rested his hand on her shoulder. “Come with me and see.” She followed Kier out to the parking lot.
“Where are we going?”
“Your car.”
Celeste’s car was parked beneath a lamppost; the snow had been scraped from the roof and windows. As they approached Celeste realized that her car wasn’t empty. “What’s this?”
Linda was parked a few spaces away; she and Mason got out of the car, holding hands as they approached Kier and Celeste. Celeste watched the whole thing confused, as if she’d unknowingly walked into a play where everyone knew their part except her.
Linda said, “You must be Celeste.”
“Please, what’s going on?” Celeste asked her.
Kier motioned to her car. “See for yourself.”
Celeste looked apprehensively at Linda, then walked up to her car and looked inside. The back and passenger seats were filled to the ceiling with gaily wrapped packages. She looked over to Kier, then to Linda and Mason, then back to Kier.
Kier stepped up to her. “This is my friend Linda and her son, Mason.”
Mason waved. “Hi.”
“Linda works for me. She found you for me. We think Henry needs to believe in Santa. And so do you.”
She turned and looked at him. There were tears in her eyes. “Please, tell me who you are and why you are doing this.”
“You were right when you said I looked familiar. I’ve never been to the diner, but we have met.” Kier reached into his shirt pocket, brought out a business card and handed it to her.
She looked at the card then back up at him. “I don’t understand.”
“Celeste, I’m the guy who talked you into buying that home you couldn’t afford, then took it from you when you couldn’t pay for it.”
“You’re . . .”
Kier nodded. “My name is James Kier. I own Kier Company. I’m here to tell you I’m sorry. And, if possible, to make amends.
“I can’t give you your house back, because someone else owns it. But I have a nice little home I think you’ll like. It’s in a better neighborhood, with better schools, and you would have about the same amount of equity as you lost. Which means you have your life savings back.”
“What if I can’t afford it now? My credit score is . . .”
“Don’t worry about it. I hold the note, so I’ve adjusted your payment to match what you’re currently paying on your apartment.”
“How do you know so much about me?”
“Linda’s good with details. But here’s the part I think you’ll really like. There’s a very nice mother-in-law’s apartment in the basement, so you could rent it out for enough to cover your mortgage. And I think I already have a tenant for you.”
Tears began to well up in Celeste’s eyes. “Why are you doing all this?”
“I’m not dying,” Kier said quickly.
Linda smiled.
“Celeste, there are good people in this world. People like you who struggle, but still do their best to do the right thing. Everyday heroes. You’re one of them. I’d like to be one of them someday.” He felt the emotion of the situation catching him and he cleared his throat. “You have my card. Come see me in the new year and I’ll drive you by the house myself. In the meantime, you should go home to your son. I’m sure there’s something in those boxes he’ll like. Mason was a big help. He picked out everything a boy Henry’s age would want.”
Tears were now running down Celeste’s cheeks. “I can’t believe this is happening. This is an answer to prayers.”
“More than you can imagine,” Kier said.
Linda walked up to her still holding Mason’s hand. “Merry Christmas, Celeste.”
“Thank you so much,” Celeste said.
“Thank Mr. Kier. He’s the one who did it all.”
Celeste looked at him. “May I hug you?”
“You want to hug me?”
She nodded.
“Sure.”
She threw her arms around him. “Thank you, Mr. Kier.”
“My name is Jim. Now, go on home. It’s Christmas Eve.”
She wiped her eyes. “My shift’s not over.”
“No,” Kier said, “you’re officially checked out. I worked it out with Charles.”
She glanced back at the diner. Charles was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed at his chest, and a big grin covering his face. He saluted her, then walked back inside.
“Come see me soon. We’ll finish the paperwork for the loan and I’ll take you by the house. And be sure to bring Henry. I’d like to apologize to him as well.”
“When can we move in?”
“Any time after New Year’s. As soon as I’m back to work.”
She looked at Kier as fresh tears fell down her cheeks. “You are the finest man I’ve ever met.”
Kier smiled. “Go home. Your son’s waiting.”
Celeste hugged Kier again, then she hugged Linda and Mason and climbed into her car. She waved to them as she drove off.
Linda walked over next to Kier. “Well done, boss.”
“That went well. Better, at least, than my visit with Grimes.”
Linda grinned. “This has been the best Christmas. For both of us, huh, Mason?”
“Yep.” He nodded vigorously.
Kier nodded. “You know, that was kind of fun.”
“And you didn’t need to buy Mason that remote control car,” Linda gently chided.
“It was all business. Shopping consultants get paid well.”
She took a few steps back and looked at him. “You did it, you know. You completed the list.”
“Well, a success rate of one out of five isn’t great,
but you take what you can get. Which reminds me, you left a very important business associate off the list.”
Linda looked concerned. “Which one?”
“You. Mason tells me he gets home from school around two-fifteen. It’s good to have a mother there when you get home. The occasional baked cookies, asking how the day went, simple things, but fond memories for a child. I’m thinking we should try a little experiment. You work at the office in the morning, then at lunch you go home and work the rest of the day. I’ll get you a laptop and a dedicated line for the computer. What do you think?”
“Really?”
“Of course, this will affect your salary a little.”
“How little?”
“Probably about five hundred a month.”
She frowned. “I appreciate you being flexible for me, Mr. Kier, but we couldn’t get by on that.”
“Oh.” He rubbed his head. “Well, then we better make it an even thousand.”
She looked at him alarmed.
“I’m giving you a raise, Linda.”
She started to cry. “I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s easy. Say thank you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now I’ve got to get home. I’ve kept Sara waiting too long already.”
Linda suddenly leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Celeste was right, you know. You are a good man. The finest. Merry Christmas boss. And give Sara my best.”
“Merry Christmas, Linda.” He looked at Mason. “And you too, big guy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kier.”
Linda took Mason’s hand and turned to walk away.
“Linda,” he called after her.
She turned back. “Yes.”
“Thank you.”
A wide smile crossed her face. “You’re welcome.”
CHAPTER
Forty-four
Next year I’m putting up lights, Kier thought as he pulled into his driveway, then quickly thought, No, I’ll hire someone to do it.
He parked in the driveway next to the nurse’s car. As he walked in he found her in the kitchen sitting by the telephone, writing in Sara’s chart.
“How is she?”
The nurse quickly looked up. From her expression he could tell that something wasn’t right. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I was just going to call you. She took a turn maybe a half hour ago.”
“A turn?”
“I think it’s time, Mr. Kier.”
Kier’s chest constricted. “Where’s my son?”
“He was here with his fiancée, but Sara made them go up to Juliet’s parents in Ogden.”
“Have you called him?”
“I tried just a minute ago, but he didn’t answer.”
Kier pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jimmy’s number but it went right to voice mail. “Do you have a number for Juliet?”
“I might.” She walked over to the refrigerator and ran her finger down a list of names and numbers. “Here it is.”
Kier looked at the number and dialed. A young female voice answered. “Hello?”
“Juliet, this is James, Jimmy’s father. Is Jimmy with you?”
“He’s talking to my dad. Is something wrong?”
“I need to talk to him right away.”
“I’ll get him.” He heard her say, “It’s your father.”
Jimmy’s voice was cautious. “Hello?”
“You need to come home. Right away.”
“We’re on our way.”
Kier turned to the nurse. “Have you heard from her sister?”
“Ms. Beth is still out of town. Would you like me to call?”
“Please.”
Kier walked down the hallway to Sara’s room. He could hear the quiet hiss of the oxygen apparatus. He gently opened the door and looked inside. Sara’s eyes were closed. He went in and sat in the chair next to her and took her hand.
“Hey, beautiful.”
She smiled at the sound of his voice though she didn’t open her eyes. She said weakly, “Hi.”
“Merry Christmas.” He kissed her cheek.
“I didn’t get you anything,” she said.
“Not even coal?”
“You’re not a bad boy.”
“You gave me everything I wanted.”
She opened her eyes and looked into his.
Kier ran the back of his hand gently over her cheek. “You never stopped believing in me, did you?”
“I never stopped loving you.”
He rubbed her hand. “How are you feeling?”
She didn’t answer but closed her eyes again and swallowed. Tears ran down her cheeks. Kier couldn’t hold back his own.
“I’m sorry I can’t stop this,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”
He took a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the tears from her face. “I’m just sorry I wasted all that time.” They were both silent for a moment. He took her hand and gently ran his fingers down hers. “Are you afraid?”
“A little.”
“Just think of all the people who will be waiting for you. It will be like a Who concert. They’ll have to take tickets.”
Her laugh erupted into a cough.
“. . . me, on the other hand.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she said.
“I doubt they’ll let you in where I’m going.”
“Remember how I used to sneak into your room without your dad knowing?”
Kier smiled in recollection. “How could I forget that?” He gently ran his finger over her lips. “With you there, it wouldn’t be hell.”
“Without you, it wouldn’t be heaven.”
He lay his head on her shoulder and she kissed the top of his head. For nearly twenty minutes they sat until the silence was broken by the doorbell. A moment later the nurse entered. She had a bemused expression on her face. “Mr. Kier?”
“Yes?” he said without looking up.
“There’s a delivery . . .”
“Tell them I’ll be right out.”
She left.
“A delivery?” Sara asked.
“Remember what you said at your mother’s funeral?”
“I said a lot of things.”
“Yes. You said, ‘It’s a shame that people give flowers too late.’ I’ll be right back.” He walked outside the room and a moment later he came back in carrying a large bouquet of daisies. He set them on the nightstand next to her.
“I love daisies.”
“I know.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“I’m glad you approve, because I got you a few of them.” He turned toward the door and said, “Bring them in.”
A man walked in with a cart of flowers; he was followed by another, then still another. Sara’s smile broadened. “What did you do?”
“I think I bought up every daisy in the city. Probably the state. A thousand should be enough.”
“You bought me a thousand daisies?”
“Yes.”
“You’re crazy.” Her delighted smile belied her words.
He smiled at her. “I’ve been called worse.”
She kept smiling as the men came and went, filling the room with flowers. “I don’t think the room will hold them all.”
“We’ll see.”
“How did you get someone to do this on Christmas Eve?”
“Money’s good for some things.”
“They’ll be nice at my funeral.”
Kier’s smile fell. “Don’t say that. Please.”
The flowers covered nearly every available surface in the room. Sara held his hand as tightly as she could.
“What do you need from me?” Kier asked.
“Take care of our boy.”
“I will. I promise.”
“He’s a good boy.”
“I know. You did a good job with him. I’ll take good care of him. Not as good as you did, but I’ll do my best. I’ll get my
self a little bracelet that says WWSD?”
“WWSD?”
“What Would Sara Do?”
She smiled. “No, please don’t do that.”
“I might. It’s a good reminder for a lot of things.” He pressed his cheek against hers. “I love you.”
“I know. That’s all I really wanted for Christmas.”
CHAPTER
Forty-five
By ten o’clock Sara’s pain had clearly grown more intense. Kier couldn’t stand watching her suffer.
“The nurse will give you more medication.”
“No,” Sara said, “not until Jimmy gets here.”
Jimmy and Juliet arrived a little before eleven. Jimmy went straight to Sara’s side, his face tight with anxiety. Juliet stopped and looked around at all the flowers. “Oh my. They’re beautiful.”
Sara looked lovingly at her son and took his hand. “I’m sorry I let you down, darling, I tried to make it to your wedding.”
“Mom, you’ve never let me down.” He started to cry. “You’ve never let me down. You’ve always been there for me. I love you.”
“I love you, Jimmy. I need you to trust me now. I need you to promise me two things.”
“Anything.”
“First.” She stopped, letting a wave of nausea pass. “First, give your father a chance. Open your heart to him. Promise me.”
He looked at his father, then back at her. “I promise.”
“Good,” she said with relief. “Good. Now where is Juliet?”
Juliet was leaning against Jimmy. She stepped forward, grasping Sara’s hand. “I’m here, Mom.”
Sara took Juliet’s hand. “Promise me that you won’t delay your wedding. I will be there, you just won’t see me.”
Juliet looked at Jimmy, both of them in tears.
“We promise,” Jimmy said.
“We promise,” Juliet echoed.
Sara exhaled. “Thank you.” She grimaced with pain. Kier squeezed her hand, then went out and got the nurse. She came in carrying a bottle filled with amber liquid and placed a few drops under Sara’s tongue. She checked her blood pressure then left the room. Sara’s eyes closed and her face relaxed as the drug took effect. The three of them sat next to Sara, keeping a silent vigil. At midnight the grandfather clock in the home’s lobby chimed. Kier said, “Merry Christmas, my love.”